Some of these dresses are disgusting. A quiet snort under her breath accompanied the thought as she let the clothing she was inspecting fall back in its place with poorly disguised horror. There was fancy and then there was extra fancy. These dresses were the latter.
With a frustrated sigh, she left the store to look for another, just stepping outside in time to hear a man mutter under his breath, probably having the same problem as herself.
She took a look at him, noting that he didn't look familiar and then offered him an off-handed advice. "I would pick the navy. It would suit you more."